| Panic on the streets of London
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| Panic on the streets of Birmingham
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| I wonder to myself…
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| Could life ever be sane again?
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| The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
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| I wonder to myself…
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| Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
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| But Honey Pie, you’re not safe here
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| So you run down to the safety of the town
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| But there’s panic on the streets of Carlisle
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| Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
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| I wonder to myself…
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| Burn down the disco
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| Hang the blessed DJ
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| Because the music that they constantly play
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| It says nothing to me about my life
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| Hang the blessed DJ
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| Because the music they constantly play
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| On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
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| Provincial towns you jog 'round
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
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| Hang the DJ, hang the DJ |